Some people come into our lives for but a moment, only to leave fingerprints on our hearts forever.
Sister Mary Jane is a woman I knew for only a few months of my life while I lived Swaziland. Although we didn’t interact much, the moments when we did were always impactful. Sr. Mary Jane was a patient, kind, and wise woman who centered her heart on the Lord. She was full of the fruits of the spirit, and it was so refreshing amidst the environment in which I lived daily. I remembered specifically one time when I went over to the sisters’ house to talk. She let me vent about my frustrations and listened to my hurting heart when I explained Tenele’s story. She felt the pain with me and shared a similar story of her own. She then left me with simple but profound words that hadn’t even had the chance to cross my mind yet:
“This heart of yours for prostitutes may be your life calling.”
I was not in any shape to accept that as a life calling at the time but later on Nov. 23rd, 2011, I wrote in my journal the following few words: “Life-calling? Scary! But maybe…”
Though Sr. Mary Jane left Swazi that December, shortly after her insight on my life-calling, I feel like I have known her for longer, or at least that she had known me for longer. She came into my life for but a moment, but her simple words are everlasting fingerprints.
